rough sleeper

near my home is a railway bridge and I see a man sleeping rough does he belong here? in a dirty sleeping bag spread on corrugated cardboard, a paper coffee cup his current account only his teeth remember his story I, too afraid to offer him a shower drop my coin in his paper cup

Fearless

Dear Miru, There lives an intuition in me that wants you to be fearless. I know that fear has a vital function, but it only works when you experience it against the background of fearlessness. When your mind is troubled by unprocessed phobias, the fear that might have saved you will become useless and irrational.

It doesn’t matter much if we have hope now. Will we have hope when a majority of people are literally dying to improve our lot?

Age of We

seen from up here there is grace in everything seen from up here walls fence nothing in, or out. they are the dashed lines our children cut along seen from up here humanity is a flock of little birds. we see patterns and leap ahead, ‘wake up!’ but up here our voice is thin and

the joy of writing

self-awareness boils in your bloodstream you feel immersed in the wanton inflation of the infinite hole that homes you, and keeps you dissolving into that heightened state of mind, so you can push the buttons or beings loopiness. now two minds in such a state will smile at each other as two monads, on a

Leap Year

Today, let us delay into this world into wishing the world to each other today let us hinge for heaven’s sake on a truth untold, like falcons braving the cold air over a silent lake today is a flake of time, a fold in which we can whisper our desires to the precious ears of